"I'm, you know," Henry shrugged. "Trying not to be too weirded out by 'I was a sloth on my birthday' being a normal thing around here. But, uh," she fished a gift card for Strokes of Genius from her jeans pocket. "Here. I know it's not the most personal or whatever, but I know you're in to art, so like. Get yourself some nice supplies? Those fancy Copics or whatever, if you're in to that."